#hellsdexil

She was an experienced fighter - trained by the Wolverine himself - and perhaps that lent to the overconfidence Kitty frequently displayed in battle, but never had it really failed her like this. The ninjas of the HAND were stronger than she had expected, and although she was more than ready to handle the rest of the fight, she wasn’t going to complain about Matt’s presence in it. Especially with the way that her shoulder was hurting and her inability to really move it at this point. That was going to be a pain later.  Either way, she stood her ground. And Kitty didn’t need to be told twice about staying close. If not for her own benefit, she wanted to keep close just in case Matt ended up at risk - keeping him an arms length away could prevent some more serious injuries.  “It’s always time for wise cracks. Keeps the fight fun.” She stood on her toes, peering over his shoulder at the semi-circle of ninja’s just ahead. Sure, she didn’t really have her arm in commission, but she had her legs, and boy was she willing to use them. Her good arm came around, wincing as she held her dislocated arm in front of her to keep it from further damage as she stepped around to Matt’s side. It probably wasn’t her best plan to keep fighting, but she wasn’t going to let him go it alone.  “Ready, Daredevil?” A grin grew on her lips in spite of the situation. 

❝ well, well -- looks like you beat me to the punch. ❞ and quite literally. the red DEVILED man loomed over a limb body -- chest rising with breath, cheeks bruising where fists met his flesh. an easy beating. one she only gives to the those who deserve it -- and from what she’s heard, from what her CLIENT had told her -- this man deserved far more than bruises. 

/spits drink/ shots fired.

okay matt let’s assess what you’ve done against the hand.

gotten possessed

gotten people killed

loved elektra back to non-corruption

          {  m.  }

  the guilt. the pain. the questioning. when was it going to end. it seemed in the end matthew murdock was better off alone. thoughts of losing those around him plagued his very dreams. the thought of chasing them off with his nighttime life, it seemed easier to let them go before he could cause anymore trouble. way to go murdock. you are great at bringing disaster to everything you love.

  bianca was someone who he didn’t want to lose. yet she deserved better. so much better than the murdock boy. swallowing hard as he took as step back. running a hand down his face as he cleared his throat. it was so much harder than it seemed. than he was prepared for. was he breaking up with her? leaving her behind like had happened to him so many times before? so many questions and thoughts circled his mind and he couldn’t make sense of any of it.

  cursing under his breath he shook his head and rubbed at his temple. murdock do you want her to die? do you want to lose her like you lost her? you would have more than onedeath on your hands and that first one almost destroyed you. if you stay around you are only going to bring more pain and suffering to her life. she deserves better. more than you can give her.

  tears threatened his eyes as he shook his head and propped hands upon hips. shifting his weight uncomfortably before unfocused eyes met her face. the outline burning into his senses. her heart quickened as she awaited his answer. the beating pounding in his ears.

                                                  ‘  you deserve so much better, i can’t lose you,  ‘

She didn’t have to ask what he wanted to know the why of. What else was there to ask? Why she left. If she was being honest, she didn’t know why it mattered. Why it hurt. He’d seen her for what she really was and he didn’t want her. She was a monster, and she’d behaved monstrously, she never expected him to continue loving her after that. Who could love a monster?

Elektra stepped beside him, sitting down, as she looked over the city. Her knees pulled to her chest as she sighed, nothing good would come from this conversation. She was sure of that.